Falling in and out, again and again.

You know how you expect to feel a certain way, and it doesn't happen? Like, you're dead sure he's the one. And a few years down the road, you find out you married the wrong guy? I don't know. Weddings are amazing and all. But there was this moment during the mass. The priest exclaimed "This is the very moment you are about to get married", and suddenly I felt that if I were the one getting married, I'd choose not to. Maybe it's just because of the way things are now. I never knew it would be so scary. There is an easy way out of course, divorce. But I obviously don't want to go through it. I guess you just know when things are right, and when they're not.